What would you have done if you were weaker? If you had less? An obstacle to know what's going on. I can find peace in such oppression. If we are equal why am i so angry that I cannot have enough. I'm not free...birds inside a cage...too much Control. hungry...wanting more, more, more, a better life more choice more certainty...nothing to hide. Freedom. From Fear.
All my dreams depend on the dreams of this government. So grateful they value education, health care, and housing.
I know I am worthy. The simple fact of my humanity.
Sacrificing abundance that the bottom may have plenty. I know my voice means something...means change. You may try to keep me silent but I will never stop singing and dancing. The music brings solidarity...brings freedom. And the music will play, will live, will breath...every hour and moment. Chains hold back but can never suppress my culture, my family. the love.
We are either starving, never hungry, or so full.
Cuba left me with more questions than answers. I found more abstract similarities to the U.S. than most may imagine.
What does it really mean to be free? Is my freedom at the cost of someone else's captivity? I would love to hear what you think..............
